Once again it's a little short, but I liked the way it ended. I'm going to start writing fan fics about other subjects and I'm wondering if I should do that on this account or make another one for other stories. Please take the poll on my account so I know whether or not to open a new account.

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The Aftermath of War

A furious Ginny was standing in the open doorway. Harry could almost see sparks flying from her eyes, and her earlier state of no emotion seemed to have gone.

"You!" She said pointing at Harry, and walking slowly towards him. Harry backed away as far as he could. "How dare you die on me?!" There were now tears sparkling in the corners of her eyes. Harry wanted to comfort her, but he also wanted to run as far away from her as he could. Ginny was terrifying when she was in this kind of mood.

"Gin, calm down." Harry tried to say soothingly, but she ignored him.

"How could you?! Do you know how much it hurt me to see Hagrid carrying your dead body! How much it hurt all off us!"

"Ginny, I…"

"How can you always be so selfish?! You never think about how all of us feel when you go off and risk your neck!" She was now sobbing hysterically, and shaking with anger.

"But Ginny, I'm not dead." Harry said, trying to understand her mood.

"BUT YOU COULD HAVE BEEN!" She shouted, and with that she turned on her heel and stormed out the door. Harry and Ron could hear her sobs fade as ran down the staircase, through the common room and out of Griffindor Tower.

"What's gotten into her?" Ron asked, flabbergasted at the way his little sister had behaved.

"Don't know." Harry said, but he thought he had a pretty good idea what had caused her anger. He had caused the death of her brother. Blaming him for dying was probably just a way to let out her anger at the fact that he was still alive and Fred wasn't. As he had assumed when he walked by the great hall earlier, Ginny Weasley was furious at him.

"She might just be more dangerous than you-know-who." Ron said half joking, stopping Harry's train of thought. "I would watch my back if I were you mate." Harry tried to force a smile onto his face, but was unsuccessful.

"I'm sure she won't stay mad at you for long." Ron said, catching on to Harry's melancholy.

"Thanks for trying to make me feel better, but I doubt she's going to forgive me." Harry saw Ron process what he had just said, and Ron's ears started turning red, a sign that he was getting angry.

"What did you do to her?" He inquired, trying to keep from shouting.

"I was the cause of her brother's death, who would forgive me after something like that. I'm surprised you're even still talking to me." Ron calmed down again at this, and returned to trying to comfort Harry.

"It wasn't your fault."

"If I had just given myself over to Voldemort sooner no one would have had to die." Harry said, getting angry with himself.

"If you had given yourself over earlier you wouldn't have known not to fight back. Voldemort would have killed you and then gone to kill everyone still in the castle, and half the wizarding world." Harry tried to think of something else to say, but what Ron had said made sense. After what a while Harry said, more to himself than Ron

"If only I had managed to find and destroy all the horcruxes sooner."

"We did our best mate, there was no way to avoid people dying. It was a war, people die in wars. " Ron looked at Harry, saw that he was not convinced, and added "Fred, Lupin, Tonks and all those other people who died, they all knew what they were getting themselves into. They knew there was a good chance they wouldn't make it." Harry was just getting angrier with himself.

"I didn't come up here for a lecture. I know I'm going to plenty of them from Hermione, so why don't you just leave me alone."

Harry knew had hurt Ron, but he didn't care at the moment. He just wanted to fall asleep and leave the battle behind.

When Harry woke up the dormitory was empty. He didn't know how long he had slept, but from the light filtering through the window it looked like it was around twelve. Harry made his way down stairs into the common room, hoping to find Ron there. He had been a jerk last night and, as much as he dreaded it, he knew he had to apologize.

When he got down into the common room he saw Hermione and Ginny asleep in armchairs next to each other. He started walking past them as quietly as possible, but halfway to the portrait he stopped. His attention was drawn to the red head sleeping peacefully next to his best friend. Her face was carefree and there was a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. After a few minutes he managed to tear his gaze away, but a very small smile had remained on his face.

Harry found Ron sitting under a tree and staring out at the lake. He was lost in thought and didn't realize Harry was there until he sat down next to him.

"Hey" Harry said timidly.

"Hey" Ron replied.

"Listen, I'm sorry about last."

"It's no big deal, we're all having a hard time."

"But I had no right to get angry at you."

"Harry, like I said, it's no big deal."

"Yes it is!"

"Just drop it, will you?" Ron said. Harry wanted to reply, but didn't. They both sat staring at the lake for what seemed like hours. Finally Ron said

"Do you think they've served lunch yet? I'm starving." He rubbed his stomach longingly.

"I was wondering when the old Ron was going to return." Harry said laughing.

Lunch had been served and they joined Hermione and Ginny at the Gryffindor table. It was quiet in the great hall; nobody seemed to have the energy to talk. The four of them ate in silence. Harry stole glances at Ginny every so often. She looked sad and was just picking at her food. One time Harry looked up to find her staring at him, and they both quickly looked down, blushing.

They soon gave up trying to farce food down their throuhts, and just sat in silence, staring at the table. After what could have been days Mrs. Weasley came hurrying towards them. Her eyes were red and her face was covered in tear stains. After a few moments she managed to say

"Were leaving," in the most cheerful voice she could muster, and then walked away again. Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny looked around at each other in shocked silence. They were leaving?

I hope you liked it! Please review. The next chapter will be coming as soon as I have a chance to write it.